My 7-Year-Old Son Started Sleeping Under His Newborn Sister’s Crib—Then at 2 A.M., I Heard What He Was Whispering

Ben sighed dramatically.

“Okay,” he said. “Maybe I should’ve been more specific.”

Everyone laughed.

And as I watched my children together, I realized that was exactly what I had wanted all along.

Not a perfect life.

Not an easy one.

Just this.

A little girl covered in frosting.

A big brother making her laugh.

And a family finally allowing him to be seven years old again instead of asking him to be the 

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